After 2 years and 4 months of living the dream, moving day has arrived. I’ll be relocating from Montmartre to Les Lilas which is absolutely frightening and a bit stressful on a mental and emotional level.
On a mental level, I’ve now got to deal with new immigration issues, learning a new neighborhood, and getting accustomed to doing a lot of things on my own for the first time in a long time.
On an emotional level, it’s intense. Although it’s a necessary move, I am going to miss living with Gui Gui. I am also really going to miss mon quartier: the Montmartrobus, seeing the tourists’ faces the first time they see the Moulin Rouge, the homeless man who has a functioning cell phone, the homeless lady with the fat cat, the neighborhood daytime prostitute, that corner where there was some cool stuff left out sometimes, jogging up rue Damrémont, living near the tiny vineyard, the nasty sex shops at the bottom of the hill, and the Sacré Coeur at the top of the hill.
And while it’s overwhelming, the situation also brings to light what kind of friends I have here. After intense loneliness for over a year and a half, there are some incredible people who have entered my life– people who have provided me with more support than I could have ever dreamed of or asked for.
I’m really thankful for all of it… the anger, sadness, happiness, fear, peace, laughter, and love.